During the Storm …(Sandra)

We stay in on days like this. Her boyfriend calls and tells her that he’ll come over later, when the weather calms down. My lover works until 10 and has a term paper due on Monday. The rain’s falls heavily against the window. The dorm hallways are quiet with no one in sight. The air never seems to work properly. The heat is unbearable causing us to strip down to our underwear.We open the bottle of Patron stashed under my bed, take a shot,  and surf porn sites on the internet to keep things interesting. This happens every stormy afternoon after drinking Tequila. I feel the sudden urge of drunken horniness from watching video after video of hot sex.  We take another shot; she kisses me, and slides her fingers into my panties. I’m soaking wet as her fingers rotate around my soft spot. I lift her up onto the desk , remove her panties, and  bury my face deep between her legs. I taste her until she cums. She goes to her side of the room to find the half smoked joint from last week’s party. We grab our raincoats, and head to the roof.

Once we’re on the roof, we take a hit of the joint, and try to stay dry in the stairwell door way. She pulls me inside and leans me up against the wall next to the stairs. She kneels down and places one of my legs on the rail. She invades me with her hands while she licks my soft spot. Her fingers thrust harder until I climax. It’s still pouring down outside. We return to our room, curl up in my bed, and sleep the remainder of the day

Dick Whipped

We all met up over in Central Park for Memorial Day. It was fun hanging with my girls and flirting with some sexy ass men. It was perfect afternoon getting to know new faces. However, at dinner tonight, Janet introduced me to a potential new new with all the qualities I liked. We broke off from the crowd for some one on one time, to get to know each other.  The music was right and the liquor too. But when he reached out and placed his hands on my thighs I froze up. Of course, he tried to come closer for a kiss, but I stopped him. You see my heart still belongs to the king. And, the thought of another man’s hands all over me….well.. I just can’t do it.

I told him I wasn’t ready yet. He returned to hang with the others and I went into J’s bedroom to be alone. I lay across the bed half drunk, touching myself while thinking of my lover. I wanted to be kneeling in front of him, tasting him.  I miss his flavor on my lips and my tongue running up and down his thighs. I miss his hands in my hair and the way he moans when he’s about to climax. I could please him for hours at a time.

I love how he used to come over to my house and sit in the chair watching the game. He would call me over to stand infront of him, remove my panties, and stick his hand under my gown; then continue watching T.V. Or sometimes, when I was in the kitchen, he would pick me up and fuck me on the counter…hmm..

Tonight I’m in bed alone again..I guess J’s right, I’m dick whipped

During the Storm…(Janet)

I like to knock on his door spontaneously. When he opens, I force my way in and head straight to the bathroom. His loft is one of the only apartments left with an old tub. I light the candles, put on my Nina Simone playlist, and make sure the suds are warm. He keeps my favorite wine for occasions like this.

I open the window and let the rain fall in. I undress and get into the bath; he follows. We are one of the tallest couples in New York. But, we don’t seem to mind our legs hanging off the side of the tub. I feel him getting hard behind me. I would never let his erection go to waste.  I slide him into me backwards. Up and down I ride until we both climax. Relaxation and rainstorms, Manhattan specialties.

I’ll Meet You In The Tunnel

Tonight the weather is warm.  In about 20 mins, I’m going to meet green-eyes in one of the dark tunnels in Central Park for a late night fuck session. It’s another way, to keep the romance alive in our “unofficial” relationship. We love to fuck in public. We’ve done it all over the city. I wonder how many cameras have captured us?

Emmannuelle and I, hit the streets today to find freaky costumes to dress up our sexcapades . I bought the perfect crotchless panties for a night like this. Then again, maybe I’ll go with the eatable undies. I love it when he eats my cherry. Time to take a shower and get going wink

Adding a Little Spice

The romance between green-eyes and I, hasn’t slowed down since we met. We decided that monogamy wasn’t for us. He has his hunger for life and so do I. However, I love him still. Even though we say we are free agents, the sex is still as passionate as ever.

He continues to show up with new ideas to keep things interesting. Just the other night, he decided to stop by with his friends Paul and Natalie. The reason for the visit was to show Natalie how to ride a man properly. After a couple of joints, we all got naked. I jumped on top of my green –eyed lover and begin to demonstrate how to properly ride a man’s dick until he cums. The couple watched in amazement. Now it was the Columbia law students turn to show us what they’ve learned. Good girl Natalie, she earned her A.

It Turns Me on When He……………………..

 

“ When he texts me to meet him at the movie theater on 68th in the middle of the day. Once we’re in the dark alone, he gets on his knees, and tastes me until I cum. Then he quickly leaves to return to work” ~ Janet Galino

 

“ When he gets into bed and uses nothing but his tongue to lick down the middle of my breast; ending up between my thighs. His tongue continually savors every part of my body”

~ Emmanuelle Monet

 

“ When he takes me for a ride on his motorbike through the city at night when the streets are empty. He makes me put my hands in his pants. I caress him until his cums,”

~ Sandra Parker-Roth

 

“ When he shows up to my office at lunch, closes my door, and bends me over my desk. We enjoy a little afternoon delight.”~ May Levy

I was Just His Woman

 

I never thought I would be happy in a relationship. In fact, I had given up hope that I would meet a man that would understand what I wanted. But when I met the king, he did everything right to keep me continuously falling in love with him. His technique was simple, he treated me like just his lady; and that’s all he expected out of me. He understood I needed a man who gave me a stress free life for once. He didn’t want me to be his counselor and listen to all his life problems, his mama and nurturer, his personal maid and chef (even though I didn’t mind that), He didn’t expect me to act all fake and conservative, He didn’t want me to be a friend to all his ex- girlfriends; and he didn’t bring unnecessary drama into our lives. In fact, I never heard about his previous relationships at all. So I didn’t feel the need to dig into my past anymore either.

All he wanted me to do was be his lover, the right way. And in return, I was proud to call him my man. I wanted to take care of him and love him. I enjoyed having one position in his life. He kept me sexually attracted to him and full of energy; sometimes, less his more. Because he wasn’t demanding, with a mandatory list of what a woman needs to do, he got what he wanted. Isn’t that funny, that he actually got the best out of me by doing the total opposite of what most men think they should do? He genuinely loved me and had no undermining motives.

Because he was such a man in our relationship, I wanted to make sure I was doing everything to keep him happy. Every night I would massage his back. And I felt like it was my duty, my pleasure, to make love to him 7 days a week. He appreciated and encouraged my freak.  I wanted to keep myself looking good and sexy. And I loved how he treated my girlfriends. He loved flirting and taking care of them. However, he always made me feel that his heart was mine.

I didn’t mind him taking the lead role because I never felt like he didn’t consider what was in my best interest. I listened to him and made sure he knew his voice was heard. I had his back and he had mine. I was sincerely happy because he was totally different than what I was used to. He was really a king that was looking for a queen not a servant. The mistakes he made were small.  Honestly, I never was mad long. We had so much fun traveling to the keys for getaway weekends. I was in a young adult’s relationship with a man who wanted to see me enjoy my life. I wasn’t with a man who had mother issues and was looking for a replacement for her. He left all his baggage at the door and started fresh with our relationship. I appreciate you king. All the good in you has changed my life and made me into a better woman.

 

At First I didn’t Love You
Created by xCloudxGirlx

At first I didn’t love you
As of now I’m sure I do
This feeling feels so different
But it’s cause their with you

The one before you hurt me
The one that didn’t care
He made my life uneasy
He made my life unfair
But I can see you’re different
And I can see you’re true
There’s just something in your spirit
That just keeps shining through
I don’t know what it is
And I don’t know what to do
My feelings all are funny
And I think I’m quite confused
Because every time I see your face
Or even when I don’t
There always seems to be a trace
Of you every where I go
Sara thinks it’s funny
And Chris does think this too
And me I think  its interesting
That I fell in love with you

A Man Like You

I sit here somewhere between exhaustion and restlessness
Another heartbroken sleepless night in this new city I love
I’m not one for regret, but sacrificing you could be my biggest mistake yet
Will I ever meet another man like you? Probably not
How you impressed me.
The way you can dance along the edge but never lose yourself
I’ve never met a man that could keep up with me
Live wild and freely but only in small doses
We stood at the cross roads, not persuaded by any extremes
Flirting with enticement
But always keeping our balance
We enjoyed tasting the seduction of life
But never overindulging
Most men could only wear one mask
Playing it safe or completely dangerous
But you know just when to pull back
and come in from the game.
We could lie in bed night after night
For weeks at a time and the outside world
Didn’t cross our minds
OR we felt a sudden urge of energy to dance
In the dims lights of our favorite places
For as long as we felt the need

We never once listened to the criticism that our years of freedom had past
We didn’t care if our spectators couldn’t understand that there is a happy medium
Most men could not handle tasting a variety of lifestyles.
Most become addicted and lose control
They have to turn their backs on decadence all together
Run and hiding
Living every day in fear of temptation
But not you
You drink until you’ve had your fill
And so do I
And once we reach our moderate levels
We retire and drink no more

 

During the Storm; The Police Encounter

 

 

It’s been raining for the last couple of days. The stormy weather is pure seduction for me. However, since my break up with the king, I decided to take a break for a while. I’m still longing for his touch. And, the man has me so whipped sexually, it’s going to be hard for another man to compete.  So as the rain falls outside my window, I depend on my new fantasies to keep me wet.

For some time now, I’ve wanted to date a police officer. The uniform and handcuffs turn me on. I’ve fantasized about being man handled and frisked.  The way I imagine it, I meet this incredibly sexy tall and lean officer. He tells  me I have no other choice but to give him my phone number. I try to play hard to get for a couple of weeks by emailing him nasty thoughts spontaneously. I call him in the middle of the night as I touch myself, I let him hear me climax, hang up, and I don’t answer when he tries to call back.

Finally, I send him a text to meet me at a quiet restaurant in Soho. He sits down at the table and I sit down next to him. I reach my hand under the table, unzip his pants, and caress him until his hard. I kiss him on his neck softly and whisper in his ear. He wants to touch me, but I won’t let him. I tell him that I don’t have on any underwear. He doesn’t believe me until I prove it. I lift up the long white cotton dress and slightly open my legs just enough for only his eyes.

He tries to hurry dinner, but I sip my wine slowly. He knows I’m teasing him and it drives him insane. I like that. The rain begins to fall; and we have no umbrellas or raincoats. I tell him its better this way, I’m not afraid of getting wet. The moisture covers my dress, causing it to cling to my body. Images of my breast and ass peek through. The preview keeps his mind off the long walk to my apartment. Once we arrive at the tall sliding glass doors of the lobby, I try to kiss him goodnight. But, he pulls me close and forces his way into the building. He pushes me up against the wall and tells me I have a right to remain silent. He takes out his handcuffs and places my arms over my head. He doesn’t care if my neighbors walk in and neither do I. He kisses my lips, my neck, and unbuttons my dress. His mouth is on my breast as he lifts me in the air. He is so hard. He pushes his self into me causing me scream. My voice echos in the ceiling of the lobby. He stops himself, he’s not ready to cum; not like this. He puts me down and removes the handcuffs. He pushes me towards the elevator.  I beg him to stop, I try to resist but I really want him to continue. His fingers invade me while we kiss from the 1st to the 8th floor.

We enter my apartment. He pushes my face first up against the wall and makes me spread my legs. He kisses my back as he frisks the rest of my body with his strong hands.  I break free and run to the bedroom. He quickly follows. He grabs hold of me and throws me on the bed.  “I’ll show you what happens when bad bitches resist arrest,” he says. He rips off my dress, turns me over on to my stomach and places my hands back over my head; and uses the handcuffs again.  He undresses and thrusts himself deep inside me. He pulls me hair and smacks my ass while he whispers how tight it is. He leans down and kisses me. He pushes in as hard as he can. It causes me to continuously climax. He tries to hold back, but he can’t help it; he cums. “Damn that was good,” I moan. He responds, “It’s not over yet. It’s still raining.”

The Lover Application and Audition

I know I said I wouldn’t write another blog for awhile. But there are so many memories the king and I shared that I can’t get of my mind.

Once the king and I were free to date openly, I invited him to a romantic dinner at the Viceroy Miami. I never volunteered to take a man out to dinner, this was new. It was time to get down to business. On most traditional dates, the female starts interviewing the man to see if he meets her criteria. However, over the last few years that shit hasn’t worked for me. Because I’ve learned most men don’t give honest answers.  So I decided instead of me giving him an application, tonight I was giving him my resume. I wanted to lay everything on the table to make sure he could handle me and my lifestyle. I’m too old to keep getting involved with men that I have nothing in common with.

First thing first, I  quickly swallowed down the first Caphrihini to ease my fear.  I ordered him two shots of Patron and a Manhattan; hoping that what I was about to say wouldn’t make him think any less of me like most men would have. “Look I’m not going to wait any longer, I said.  I need to know if you can handle me and what I want. We are living in a city where women are comfortable being sexually oppressed and undercover. They live in constant shame when it comes to sex and passion. That is definitely not me. I have to make sure you understand the kind of woman you’re getting involved with right now since I come from a different lifestyle entirely. I’m no prostitute or porno star. However, sex and sexuality are an important part of my life.  I brought this application for a lover. This time  I’m going to complete it instead of asking you to. I want you to review it, ask me any question you may have, and tell me how you truly feel.”  “ Well go ahead, let’s get this over with,” he laughed

There was only one question on the application: In your own words tell me exactly who you are in extensive detail. Nervous and trembling, I tried to be as honest as possible. This was crucial to me because I couldn’t bare one more horrible love affair with another incompatible moron. I started to write:

“I’m a woman with a good sense of who I am and what I want out of life. I’m extremely sexual, I like that quality about myself. I make love to who I want to when I want to. My girlfriends and I are in a never ending love affair. I love to have sex for hours at a time. I have to be pleased sexually before I will even consider being in love. I have to be with a man who respects me and my decisions. I want a sophisticated lifestyle that includes sensuality. I will not separate the two. Even though I’m fun, witty, and a little silly at times; I’m nobody’s fool. I’m bold, mouthy, and opinionated. I have no problem telling a person how I feel when I feel it. I’m independent and strong. I can fight my own battles and I don’t take shit off of anyone. I don’t like to be bossed around and told what to do especially by a man I don’t love.  If a person disrespects me and becomes too demanding, there will be hell to pay. Hell has no fury as this woman scorned. If the right man comes along that appreciates the good in me and treats me like I want to be treated; I will love him undeniably and do whatever it takes to please him. Believe me our life together will never lack true pleasure. I’m a spontaneous, adventurous, and loyal lover. I keep it sexy and intriguing. I’m not jealous or possessive. Every now and then, I like to share my man with friends. I enjoy the finer things in life and won’t settle for less any longer. I’m not conventional or extremely traditional. I believe all women are free to live how we choose. I will always stay true to myself first. I’m not changing my core beliefs to keep a man. Self-love is more important than anything.

Once he finished reading, he smiled. “That’s it?” he asked. “I think I love you already” “Yeah ok, I responded. That’s what all men say. Let’s see if you can make it through the five hour audition tonight.” “I was hoping my audition was tonight. Let’s go, he said.”